Bollocks, so I've had a bit of a panic lately. What's up Rebecca? Well, I've been looking over it - this happened over the weekend - and I've come to the conclusion - not only do I need to do a bit of spot cleaning to my self care routine - I'm ready to make some more changes to my thinking. Eh, excuse me, why do I sound British? Well first of all I love the British, have a strong connection with all things British, and I was listening to British comedians in the car while I did my morning errands. I'm literally writing with an English accent right now. Actually it might be British with a tad of Irish thrown in. It's fun. Try it.
All right - so I did a podcast this morning and here it is: (I didn't do it in a British accent. Oh I wish. Wouldn't that be grand?)
I've revealed a little bit of my fragile self. I hope it helps you to hear it.
Oh, and I'll share an Instagram post about dealing with anxiety.
I posted it just the other day. When you look on there - check out the video posted in the last couple days - it will a view of the sidewalk. But then it's me talking. I apologize for the wobbles - I mean with the camera - not me. Although - I was probably having a bit of a wobble too. Wow! I can't stop thinking with a British accent!
So I set out to do my chores and I went to get a coffee and bumped into one of the local wankers. (Being British is delightful). We started talking about the holidays. For me, it's fun. For him - his Grinch came out. Well, it was rather interesting because at first he pointed to his phone (he had a picture of Jesus on his phone) and said "It's his birthday not yours!" Then he preceded to discuss the downfall of Christmas because of greed. Oh dear! I said - well, that's one way to look at it. I told him I happen to enjoy it. I leave the "shopping pressure" out of it. I said, I love to decorate and get silly. He looked at me - and I think for one second - he thought - shit. He was out of lines. He was out of breath. Sure he could continue and call my view of Christmas rubbish - but I was talking about love, delight, good cheer and fun. I feel Jesus would approve. I guess he decided why piss on her parade? I'm glad. I'll admit - it was actually a fun conversation. He wasn't mean. He just thought I would join his bandwagon of grrrr, bah humbug. And I didn't. I was me. That felt brilliant.
Well, I'm off to finish my morning routine and get some stuff done. I'm glad I bopped in here to chat with you ole' sods. I hope you have a glorious day.